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The Corpse-Fiend Thrice Mocks Tang Tripitaka · The Holy Monk in Wrath Banishes the Handsome Monkey King

解屍脫命
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解屍脫命 The Corpse-Trick

sānzàngzhèngzàixiūcánxíngzhěyòuxìngláichètiěbàngwàngyāojīngliǎnxiàguàiyǒuxiēshǒuduàn使shǐjiěshī」,jiànxíngzhěgùnziláishíquèdǒusǒujīngshénxiānzǒulejiǎshīshǒuzàixiàxiàdezhǎnglǎozhànzhànjīngjīngkǒuzhōngzuòniàndào:「zhèhóuzhuóránquàncóngshāngrénxìngmìng。」xíngzhědào:「shīguàiqiěláikànkànzhèguànzishìshéndōng西?」shāsēngchānzhezhǎnglǎojìnqiánkànshíshìshénxiāngfànquèshìguànzituōwěibadechángshìmiànjīnquèshìqīnglài滿mǎnluàntiàozhǎnglǎocáiyǒusānfēnerxìnlesānzàngzhèngzàixiūcánxíngzhěyòuxìngláichètiěbàngwàngyāojīngliǎnxiàguàiyǒuxiēshǒuduàn使shǐjiěshī」,jiànxíngzhěgùnziláishíquèdǒusǒujīngshénxiānzǒulejiǎshīshǒuzàixiàxiàdezhǎnglǎozhànzhànjīngjīngkǒuzhōngzuòniàndào:「zhèhóuzhuóránquàncóngshāngrénxìngmìng。」xíngzhědào:「shīguàiqiěláikànkànzhèguànzishìshéndōng西?」shāsēngchānzhezhǎnglǎojìnqiánkànshíshìshénxiāngfànquèshìguànzituōwěibadechángshìmiànjīnquèshìqīnglàimǎnluàntiàozhǎnglǎocáiyǒusānfēnerxìnle


逐句解 Line by line

sānzàngzhèngzàixiūcánxíngzhěyòuxìngláichètiěbàngwàngyāojīngliǎnxià sānzàngzhèngzàixiūcánxíngzhěyòuxìngláichètiěbàngwàngyāojīngliǎnxià

While Tripitaka sat there in his shame, Pilgrim, his temper flaring up again, whipped out the iron cudgel and struck the fiend a blow full in the face.

Note the order of events. The master is still red with humiliation when the second blow falls, and the narrator is explicit about the motive: 發起性來, his temper flared up again. This is not the cool execution of a judgement. 劈臉一下 is a blow brought straight down at the face. Whatever the rightness of it, what the elder sees is a man in a rage killing a woman.

guàiyǒuxiēshǒuduàn使shǐjiěshī」,jiànxíngzhěgùnziláishíquèdǒusǒujīngshénxiānzǒulejiǎshīshǒuzàixià guàiyǒuxiēshǒuduàn使shǐjiěshī」,jiànxíngzhěgùnziláishíquèdǒusǒujīngshénxiānzǒulejiǎshīshǒuzàixià

But the monster had arts of its own, and worked a Corpse-Liberation spell: seeing Pilgrim's cudgel coming, it braced its spirit and slipped away in advance, leaving a false corpse struck dead upon the ground.

And here is the machine the whole episode runs on. 解屍法 (jiě shī fǎ), the Corpse-Liberation method, lets the demon slip out of her body a fraction before the blow lands and leave a lifeless double behind to take it. Her 元神, her spirit, walks away; a dead woman stays on the path. A stunt double who is also a decoy. This is why nothing Wukong does can settle anything — every blow he lands kills a shell, and every shell looks exactly like a murder. ( points, ; 棍子 takes the toneless zi.)

xiàdezhǎnglǎozhànzhànjīngjīngkǒuzhōngzuòniàndào:「zhèhóuzhuóránquàncóngshāngrénxìngmìng。」 xiàdezhǎnglǎozhànzhànjīngjīngkǒuzhōngzuòniàndào:「zhèhóuzhuóránquàncóngshāngrénxìngmìng。」

The elder, frightened out of his wits, trembled and muttered a prayer: "This monkey is truly beyond all manners! Time and again I counsel him, and he will not heed — killing a person's life for no cause at all."

著然 is "truly, flagrantly", and its is read zhuó, on the pattern of 著實 (zhuó shí), "really, genuinely" — one more job for a character that has already been zhe and zháo elsewhere in this chapter. What matters more is the gap the sentence opens up. He sees a woman struck dead for no reason. We see a fiend who has just escaped. Neither of them is lying, and that is the whole tragedy in a single line. ( is xià, with the toneless de after it; 口中 takes as zhōng.)

xíngzhědào:「shīguàiqiěláikànkànzhèguànzishìshéndōng西?」 xíngzhědào:「shīguàiqiěláikànkànzhèguànzishìshéndōng西?」

Said Pilgrim, "Don't take it amiss, Master — just come and see what's in this jar."

Wukong does not argue. He offers evidence: come and look in the jar. It is the right move, and for a moment it very nearly works. ( is shén; 罐子 takes the toneless zi.)

shāsēngchānzhezhǎnglǎojìnqiánkànshíshìshénxiāngfànquèshìguànzituōwěibadecháng shāsēngchānzhezhǎnglǎojìnqiánkànshíshìshénxiāngfànquèshìguànzituōwěibadecháng

Sha Monk helped the elder up, and when they came near to look — where was any fragrant rice? It was a jar full of long, tail-dragging maggots;

The illusion comes off the food, even though it never comes off her face. Where was the fragrant rice? A jar of long maggots trailing their tails. Two instances of sit a few characters apart and take different readings: 長老, the elder, is zhǎng; 長蛆, long maggots, is cháng. 那裡是 is rhetorical — where is there any? — so nǎ lǐ, and here means "any". 攙著 is Sha Monk holding the old man up by the elbow, with as zhe.

shìmiànjīnquèshìqīnglài滿mǎnluàntiào shìmiànjīnquèshìqīnglàimǎnluàntiào

and no wheat-gluten either, but a few green frogs and warty toads, hopping every which way over the ground.

And the gluten is frogs and toads, going in all directions at once. The reading worth catching is in 癩蝦蟆: here it is , part of the word for a toad, not the xiā that means a shrimp. The of 麵觔 is the same variant of that turned up in 觔斗, a somersault. This is as hard as evidence gets — four people watching amphibians hop out of a packed lunch.

zhǎnglǎocáiyǒusānfēnerxìnle zhǎnglǎocáiyǒusānfēnerxìnle

Only then did the elder come to believe it — some thirty per cent.

The funniest and saddest line in the chapter. Maggots. Toads. Four witnesses. And the elder comes round to the extent of three parts in ten. Chinese measures belief in tenths like this, and the narrator's precision is deadpan. Thirty per cent is not enough. Bajie will need one short speech to take it back off him. (The of 三分兒 is the small toneless tag.)


總評 Commentary

This passage introduces the mechanism that makes the whole three-part episode possible: the 解屍法, by which the demon sheds a lifeless decoy and walks away in spirit while a false body takes the blow. That is why Wukong's blows resolve nothing — each kills a shell — and why the master, seeing a woman struck dead, can read it only as murder. The device turns the conflict into a cruel machine: true sight strikes, and produces a corpse.

Against the illusion the narrator sets hard sensory proof. Opened, the jar holds not rice and gluten but long maggots and warty toads — the disguise stripped from the food as it could never be stripped from her face. For a moment the evidence tells, and the elder believes it: three parts in ten, the narrator records, with a straight face. That meagre, provisional fraction is the whole pathos of the scene. Even maggots buy only a partial belief, and a partial belief is no defence at all.

The passage also holds Wukong's rightness and his error in one frame. He strikes in flaring temper, which the elder cannot help seeing as wanton — and then immediately produces the proof that vindicates him. Right in substance, rash in manner. It is the pattern that destroys him.